Where does the dehumanization of men begin to ensure the perpetuation of the patriarchy and do we even see it?
I saw him.
But quickly turned away-
from the tears that appeared oddly placed.
Proportions of strength mingled with unspoken fears,
that broke through the makeshift shield of boldness.
I might have seen him there.
Lingering between becoming and failure,
Halting memories of
childhoods lost in the fires of being
a stoic shadow of self
a notion of boldness unrealized.
I couldn’t have seen him,
balancing expectation with
the weight of unearned priviliges,
I never saw.
shadowed moonlight visions I heard
the familiar downpour
always a hollow, almost terrified
morphed for a thousand and one years of suppression
between rock and the softness
of one set free in an unknown yet shackled way.
i heard but never found the leaking source in time
to perhaps embrace in the way sadness marries hopelessness
giving birth to a single way
forward that at times
promises a thing like
i was lost most times-
the vision and the slippery slopes.
It is now, somewhere between
a past unfinished and a new moon
that I saw the many men crouched, as though in
their cries as a melody of shattered mirrors grappling for a reflection
a conclusion of self, a climax of revelations
laid waste but sprouting still
And then the gong-
And then the silence.
mirror became steel again
and all stood upright in a fortitifude that embroidered